trader

You head out of the market itself and to the **** trader's stall. There's no auction going on today, just a number of people lined up along the wall in shackles. The sight makes your stomach churn slightly, but this is how Rome works.

The **** trader, a wiry old man flanked by a couple of much bulkier young ones carrying clubs, sees you browsing and approaches you. "Greetings, young sir. Here to purchase a servant? You'll not find field laborers here; I specialize in only the most skilled personal slaves for the people of this glorious city!"

You nod, and as you look over the slaves, a few of them catch your eye. {if Gift Quest=True}It occurs to you, as well, that given the interest Darius said his father has in distant peoples, a foreign **** might be an enticing prospect to him...though slaves are expensive and not popular with every Roman.{endif}